Cow Parsley for Flower Friday

From the picture I could have been doing this week's patrol in the depths of the countryside.  Actually I was outside a churchyard in the back streets of Boscombe: which hosts an uneasy mix of  young children, dogs and rough sleepers.  I feel a Haiku coming on:

Churchyard dressed in white,
A summer of innocence?
Grave slabs of needles.